It was torture. Twenty miles of wondering.When I pulled in the driveway nothing looked unusual. His car was there, the lights were off, and everything...was quiet. I snuck in the back door as always, closed it gently, and put my purse down. I could hear talking in the bedroom, so I figured he had fallen asleep with the tv on. The faint smell of strawberries and cream hit my nose. Did he have candles lit for me? I got a little more excited and tiptoed toward the bedroom. When I rounded the corner. The door, for that’s what it was, I was sure, was meant to be opened. Perhaps a clue was hidden behind the glowing lichen. Or even a trigger. Carefully, I began to explore further, using my fingers to test the growth, pushing and prodding, pausing on occasion to taste more of the bittersweet treat, enjoying the memories it dredged up. Passing time reading a book in the tearooms on the Rue des Barres on an autumn afternoon. Strolling through the markets and Bistros of Rue Montorqueil with a. Besides, I thought I gave you your Christmas present in August when you wanted to go to lacrosse camp."Kasey put her hands on her hips and glared at me."You better have been joking," she insisted."Maybe I was and maybe I wasn't," I replied. Kasey had turned into a sports nut. She played lacrosse in the fall, volleyball in the winter and ran track in the spring. During the summer she played all three. And she maintained a better than perfect GPA when you toss in her Advanced Placement. I was all ok, so I provided her with my address and asked her name and it’s the same number I can get back if needed. She said her name was Payal and that’s her number. She said she would come in the evening and check it out. I was ok. On 20th September. In the evening she came with a friend named Saloni.Now Payal was around 5.4’, a little bit on a heavier side with big boobs and round ass but was very pretty and Saloni was also the same height, very slim with orange size boobs but she was also.